Chapter 698: Primeval Fire (please vote for this big chapter)
"The Nolanka Mercenary Group decided to conduct a short-term exercise among several cities around Kaya City?"
In the spacious and bright office, as the morning sun rose from the end of the sky outside the window, the man in officer uniform frowned and looked at the subordinates who came to report below.
He raised his hand to signal his subordinates to leave first, then opened the computer on his desk and saw the Nolanka Group's exercise announcement through the link sent to him by his subordinates.
"This Nolanka Group..."
He leaned back on the chair in his office, rubbed his frown, and looked at the exercise map attached to the announcement.
Normally, each major financial group has its own sphere of influence in the wilderness, and their affiliated mercenary groups move within this sphere of influence.
However, it is impossible for these consortiums to really carve up the entire wilderness, nor do they have the ability and willingness to establish effective defense and rule in a deserted wilderness.
Therefore, theoretically speaking, major consortiums have no ability to prevent mercenary groups from other consortiums from entering their own sphere of influence.
But you can't stop others from coming in. You should always say hello before coming in. Otherwise, one consortium is conducting confidential research and mercenaries from another consortium barge in directly. It would be embarrassing.
In order to avoid conflicts and leaks, major mercenary groups will issue an announcement when they may enter other people's territory, telling other consortiums, 'I'm coming in.'
This is an unspoken rule between consortiums, but it cannot become an explicit rule because the division of power between consortiums is also a vague concept.
It is impossible for consortiums to establish an agreement to clearly define the division of these forces. First, because this kind of territory division operation may cause a serious public opinion crisis, and secondly, because it is normal for even large consortiums to rise and die suddenly.
Things and spheres of influence are changing all the time and cannot be fixed at all.
At this time, Nolanka Group wanted to conduct an exercise and issued an announcement to tell other large consortiums that it wanted to conduct an exercise. This was actually a very normal operation.
But the problem is...
The man in the uniform of the officer lowered his hand from his eyebrows and dialed the internal phone number.
As the image of an old man looking at a stack of documents in front of the chessboard appeared on the screen, he said slowly,
"Sir, the Nolanka Group in Kaya City has announced that the mercenary group will conduct a short-term exercise."
The old man's hand turned over the documents for a moment.
However, the man in the uniform of the officer did not stop, but continued, "Kaya City and St. John City are both southeastern cities. Kaya City is northeast of St. Jon City, and it is not far from us. It takes less than two days to march.
It can be reached within days.
"To the east of Kaya City is the Sea of Storms, and to the north is Morningside City, so this time the Nolanka Mercenary Group's main 'exercise' direction is southwest."
"They're going through St. Jon?"
The old man put down the documents in his hands and asked in a low voice.
"They will pass through the northeastern part of St. Jon, about 40 kilometers away from the city. The estimated passing time is the morning after tomorrow, but if they go fast, they may be able to arrive tomorrow night,"
The officer uniformed the man and said, "At this distance, even if there are high walls and wilderness obstacles, we can clearly receive the radio signals sent by some broadcast towers in the city. And with the maneuvering speed of the mercenary group, if they rush over directly, they will not be able to
More than an hour.
"But if we close the city gate tightly and they want to break through the city gate, it will be impossible with the power of a mercenary group."
Just as he was speaking, a transparent screen in front of the chessboard lit up, showing the drill route announced by the Nolanka Group.
The old man moved his eyes away from the document in his hand and looked at the exercise routes. After a brief pause, he asked slowly, "The main defense we are currently focusing on is the East City Gate?"
"Yes."
The man in officer's uniform nodded, "St. Jon's City Hall and most of the extraordinary people live in the East City."
"Deploy half of the people from the South City and West City each to the North City Gate, then allocate one-third of the people from the East City Gate, equip them with mechas and motor vehicles, and arrange them on the business roads leading to the East Gate and North Gate.
, if we encounter large-scale troops approaching, no matter whose troops they are, they will harass them."
The old man said slowly, "After making these arrangements, send a small team to follow the Noranka Mercenary Group on their way to the exercise."
"yes!"
The man in officer uniform nodded.
At this time, the old man raised his head, looked at the city outside the window, and asked thoughtfully, "The south gate is the farthest gate from their exercise route?"
"Yes."
The man in uniform of the officer nodded, "Geographically speaking, coming from the northeast, there are only two relatively close trade routes, leading to the east gate and the north gate respectively.
"The southeast of St. John City is mountainous, the roads are rugged, and there are all kinds of strange animals. If you want to go to the south gate, you need to go around from the east first, then go further south and then go north. The distance will be extended to nearly a hundred
Fifty or sixty kilometers.”
Having said this, he raised his head and stared at the old man on the screen, "Sir, do you suspect that they may be aware of our arrangement and deliberately take a long way to attack?"
Hearing his question, the old man did not answer, but asked thoughtfully, "Who is the leader of the Nolanka mercenary group?"
"It's a veteran B-level Fez,"
The man in the uniform of the officer replied, "This Fez soldier is known for his stability and is good at defensive warfare. His ability seems to be biased towards long-term combat."
"Um,"
The old man nodded slightly, and then said slowly, "Deploy some more people from the west gate to the south gate. There is no need to focus on defense in the south. Instead, we should place sentries along the road and prepare some road-blocking equipment in advance. It will only be a little obstructive."
"If they choose to attack the south gate and march a long distance, they will be exhausted. We only need to know the news in advance and send people to control the south gate so that they can't break through."
The man in officer uniform thought for a while and tried to analyze the old man's arrangement, "The east gate and north gate are close to each other, so the other side may launch a surprise attack. These two gates are the two gates with the largest number of caravans in St. John City, and they also have the largest number of city defense troops."
, if the city defense army loses control by then, it is possible that they can really cooperate with the inside and outside, break into the city, and ruin things.
"The South Gate city defense troops are small in number. As long as we can discover their whereabouts in advance and send people to control the city defense troops and defend the city gate, they will not be able to break through in a short time.
"Furthermore, it is unlikely that an ordinary consortium mercenary group, who is paid to work, will really fight for such a thing. As long as the short-term siege fails, morale will inevitably be lost. Even if Feis wants to attack by force, he must be careful.
Morale issues.
"If they choose to surprise the South Gate, they will have already lost when they make their choice."
A surprise attack on the south gate may be a very good tactical operation.
By going around the farthest door unexpectedly, you can catch the enemy off guard, but after this possibility is anticipated, the effect that can be achieved is greatly weakened.
A surprise attack that is guessed is no longer a surprise attack.
After figuring out the old man's arrangements, the man in the officer's uniform hesitated for a moment and asked softly,
"Sir, you seem pretty sure that the Nolanka mercenary group will come?"
In fact, according to the normal operation of the mercenary group of the consortium, even if they heard the signal for help from the city, they might just slap their butts and leave.
When a cannon is fired, a thousand taels of gold are obtained. The consortium basically does not engage in this kind of business that loses its own money and benefits others.
"The Nolanka consortium has expanded its tentacles very quickly recently, and there are conflicts with the group in the grain business."
The old man looked down at the chessboard in front of him, then at the chess pieces outside the chessboard, and said calmly, "Be prepared."
"That's right, our arrangement can not only deal with the mercenary group of the Nolanka Group, but also all threats from the east and the north. Irons and Dawn City are over there."
The man in the officer's uniform came back to his senses and nodded slowly, "Even if it comes from the strength of the south and west, we can rely on the city gate to survive for a while. Sir, he is doing everything step by step and is impeccable."
The old man was noncommittal to the answer of the man in the officer's uniform. He just picked up the document in his hand and asked, "Have you and Dan's 'banquet' been arranged?"
"The arrangement is as you expected,"
The officer subdued the man and said, "Dane has scheduled the banquet at his headquarters at the west city gate."
"That all went according to plan."
The old man continued to look at the documents in his hand and said slowly.
"yes!"
The man in the officer's uniform nodded quickly and ended the call.
When the time comes, he will go to Ximen in person.
The vast hall fell into silence again.
The old man sitting in the hall lowered his head and slowly closed the document in his hand.
The faint line of text on the cover of the document lies in the brilliant light,
[Comprehensive investigation report on the evil god’s ‘arrival’ and ‘revival’ incidents in the past three years]
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"What do you say over there?"
In the dark and cramped old street, Yin Xiya held Jia Qian's hand and walked forward on the broken, muddy ground of the street while asking softly.
"He is still hesitating," Si Enji calmly answered. "He will not be willing to reverse the situation until he sees the crisis. However, I advise him to prepare in advance and be prepared.
"But we have to be prepared if he doesn't cooperate. If it doesn't work, we will have to try more complicated methods."
"Um."
Yin Xiya nodded lightly, held Jia Qian's little hand, and sighed softly, "It would be great if the old gentleman was here."
Until now, more than a day has passed, and she has not been able to contact Mr. Sito.
Hearing this, Si Enji also sighed softly.
At this moment, Jia Qian stopped and looked at a small rusty door in front of her.
This seems to be a shop, but there is no signboard, all the windows have curtains drawn, and the doors are closed.
"Here we are."
Yin Xiya also followed Jia Qian's gaze and looked at the small door. She glanced at the house number on the small door, stretched out her hand, and rang the doorbell.
Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound rang from the doorbell.
This kind of doorbell has a conversation function, and the rustling sound seems to be the microphone inside the door being turned on.
Yin Xiya stared at the doorbell, and after a brief thought, she said, "We were introduced by the funeral home and have been contacted before."
There was a brief silence in response to her.
And after the silence ended, there was an ethereal female voice that seemed lifeless,
"I can only put on makeup of dead people."
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The scorching sun floated in the sky, bringing hotness, but it could not dispel the layers of shadows between the tall buildings.
At this moment, under a tall building, a figure wearing a cape and a bowler hat slowly walked out of the shadows.
He raised his head and glanced at the towering factory building behind him. The signboard of 'Kejit Grain Factory' on the building reflected the dull brilliance under the scorching sun.
There were gentle footsteps behind me.
The figure punched the crutch in his hand on the ground and disappeared into the shadows again.
Two young men in casual clothes appeared in the shadows.
"I remember we came here before when we were chasing nighthawks, right?"
The young man on the left took a look at the surrounding environment and said with some confusion, "Why did the higher ups ask us to come here to guard again?"
"You can do it if I ask you to do so," the young man on the right said impatiently, "We use money to eat, why do we think so much."
"Right."
The young man on the left looked around and nodded slightly.
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Kaya City Qiming Medical Laboratory
"Hello, Dean."
In the elevator going down, the intern looked at the man standing next to him and greeted him nervously.
"Um,"
Roger nodded and waved his hand casually, "You are busy, so don't worry about me."
Qiming Medical Laboratory is affiliated with Qiming Hospital, and he is now the chief director of Qiming Hospital, of course, honorary.
The real powerful dean is his ‘senior brother’, who was Wei An’s former personal doctor Ike.
However, Roger has never had the desire to pursue power. He just wants to quietly conduct his own research.
In fact, he was originally leading the follow-up research on the Fountain of Youth and genetic medicine in Limen City, but the reawakening of 'Vian' brought him back.
Unfortunately, when he hurried back, 'Vian' had already fallen asleep again.
He got nothing except some Wei An's physical examination report.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh.
The intern quickly got off the elevator, and Roger also successfully reached the bottom floor of the elevator.
There was only one door open to the elevator on this floor. Roger verified his fingerprints and pushed open the door.
This is the laboratory that Roger applied for for himself alone. The laboratory is full of pipes and transparent containers. It can almost be seen as a miniature version of the hall where Wei An slept.
In the middle of this laboratory, there is also a sleeping cabin engraved with the pattern of the World Tree.
Roger glanced at the sleeping cabin and closed the door.
This laboratory is not as elaborate as Wei'an's laboratory. There is a small experimental table next to the sleeping cabin.
On the table are various shelves, various glass containers, and a small monitor.
Roger walked to the small monitor and stared at the data on the monitor.
The fluctuation pattern on the display is very small, but there are faint signs of life in the dormant cabin.
Roger looked away from the monitor and looked at the shelf behind the monitor.
On the top shelf, there is a strange black and white smiling face mask.
Roger stared at the mask.
Many people say that Wei An’s recovery came from ‘K’’s intervention.
He didn't know if 'K' was really a great god. He only knew that the person who first walked the world in the name of 'K' was lying in the dormant cabin next to him.
This is also the only person who actually wears a mask and calls himself "K" in front of the public.
He looked away from the mask, smiled bitterly, and looked at the sleeping cabin again.
If ‘K’ is truly a powerful deity who can resurrect her followers, then why can’t she resurrect the man who first proclaimed his name and ignited the flames?
boom--
Just as Roger was thinking like this, a tapping sound slowly sounded in the silent laboratory.
The sound was like spring thunder that cut through the winter snow, hitting all the instruments in the laboratory and also hitting Roger's heart.
"Didi——"
Countless instruments in the laboratory sounded piercing alarms, and the originally smooth ripples on the display quickly became steeper.
But Roger seemed not to hear anything, he just stared in front of him, staring at the dormant cabin that seemed to be eternally silent.
Staring at the trembling dormant hatch that was pushed a little from the inside out.
